Is love blind or mearly nearsighted?
Love is a mutation of human nature where the instinct for self preservation doesn't exist.
Love is a ravening beast that devours your whole life then starts feasting on those around you.
Love tears you a new asshole and you say "yes dear."
Love doesn't care how much weight he/she has put on.
Love listens to the same stories over and over again.
Love tolerates the inlaws.
Love listens.
Love cares.
I would have done anything for Shelly.
She asked of me the hardest thing of all.
To say goodbye.
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